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through. Peter was open to any thing that felt good with these
men.
Dogg offered a joint they smoked in the sun before head-
ing up, north of the main ranch house, past one of the corrals
where a naked bear of a chunky man lay tied down spreadeagle,
face up, dick up, in the dirt. A mestizo Mexi can man, cleaning
his own toe nails with a buck knife, sat vigil off to the side on a
wooden box that had once been Peter’s prison for three days. Peter
remem bered the mestizo well. Along the trail, a sling hung like
an omi nous sexual hammock between four large pine trees. They
walked past several small out buildings, one of which Peter rec-
ognized from an under ground video called Woodshed Whipping.
Peter smiled when they crossed past the Hang ing Tree where,
several weekends before, he had seen a slender naked man sitting
astrad dle a horse. His hands were tied behind his back. His dick
stood up a full attention taller than the saddle horn. A noose was
knotted tight around his neck. His eyes were stoned with sexual
fear. Anoth er rope was wrapped tight around his chest and back
and secured under his sweat ing armpits to sustain most of his
weight when the posse of five men, gathered around his horse,
slapped the gelding into a sudden gallop that jerked the naked
and bound man into a terrifying swing through the cool air. The
noose pulled at his throat enough to make his tongue swell out
and his wild eyes bulge in his young unshav en face. Peter noticed
the cigar butts and cigaret butts still lying on the ground where
the group of men had stood and smoked while the rustler hung
dan gling and twirl ing, with his dick at full throb bing hardon,
for their amuse ment, until they all came and someone sucked the
hanging cowboy off and cut him, sobbing, down.
The three Cowboys led Peter into their Whipping Stall. He
pulled out a gram of MDM and offered some hits all the way
around. Dogg motioned them to kick back on the blan kets cov-
ering the bales of hay. A can of Crisco stood atop a Stall post.
The mirrors in the Stall reflected the four of them back across
the rack and the whipping horse and the leather-covered weight-
lifting bench. They all smiled at each other. Easy. Measuring out
the weight of the needs of each man in the Stall. One by one, led
by the Dogg Himself, Rip and Strip turned to Peter who under

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